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Nathan Winograd – A True Friend To Animals

If you have read my blog before, you may have heard of Nathan Winograd, or you may  even have seen about 50 links to his writings (lol). There is a reason for that. The man speaks the truth. The man created the first No Kill community in history. The man knows what he is talking about. The man is a true friend to animals.

 

If you arent reading what he says on a daily basis, you really are missing out on informative facts and news, regarding animals, especially pets, the latest No Kill news, the latest degenerative behavior by PETA, the HSUS, ASPCA and kill “shelters” etc.

 

If you love pets, this is the man to stay in contact with.

 

 You can visit Nathan’s official website: http://www.nathanwinograd.com

 

 You can read Nathan’s blog at http://www.nathanwinograd.com/?page_id=166

 

 

You can visit Nathan’s Facebook page for the latest news:    https://www.facebook.com/nathanwinograd

  

 

  You can also read Nathan’s books, a couple of which were co-written by his wife, Jennifer, who was the individual who first opened Nathan’s eyes to the massacre of shelter pets: http://www.nathanwinograd.com/?page_id=164

 

 

Nathan is also on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/nwinograd

 

 

Nathan created a wonderful organization, that focuses solely on ending the mass murder of shelter pets:  http://www.nokilladvocacycenter.org

 

 

If you are a pet lover and want to save pets’ lives, become a No Kill advocate. Follow the websites listed above regularly…..add them to your “Favorites”, and spread the word, and you will help to save the precious lives of precious souls: Pets.

 

Thank You Very Much.


Hypocrisy

An open letter (poem) to the self proclaimed “animal lovers” and groups who SUPPORT the massacre of shelter pets:
                          Hypocrisy
 
You’re so full of sh*t, it’s hard to tell which end is up sometimes
You like pointing fingers, though it’s you who’s committing the crimes
 
You’re like a zombie from a bad B-movie; you moan and you stumble
  
Pre-programmed “kill, kill,” diatribes are what you like to mumble
  
When you try to sound as if you might have some kind of clue
 
It’s like looking through a window…we can see right through you
 
For, you can run your mouth, but you cant hide what you’re really about
 
You are so contradictory, you end up leaving no doubt
You are not a pet lover, you love animals, not
You are a poser, a fraud, a nauseating repetitive robot
You speak about that, in which, you do not understand
 
As you remain sitting on your lying a$$, when it’s time to take a stand
When pets need you, you are not there
 
Your silence is deafening, as you cowardly hide who knows where
When pets need you to defend their right to live
 
You become mute, you have not one life-saving thought to give
 
And we all know why, that this is the case
 
It’s because you, pure and simply, are two faced
 
Name one children’s advocate who advocates for kids to die in shelters
 
You cant, because then you couldn’t call them children’s shelters
Name one women’s advocate who advocates for women to die in domestic abuse shelters
 
You cant, because then you couldn’t call them domestic abuse shelters
Then why are fraudulent animal advocates, disgraceful irresponsibles such as you
 
Advocating for pets to die in shelters….. is it because you know the truth
Is it because you know it’s true that animal shelters that kill animals are not shelters at all
But are, in truth, concentration death camps for pets, despite having attached the word “Shelter” to their outer entrance hall
 
It’s often said that “The truth is in the pudding”, it’s not what you say that matters, but what you do
  
When it comes to disgraceful excuses for “animal lovers” like you, these words ring so very true
For, while you talk about being an “animal lover”, you prove otherwise, contradicting yourself to every listening ear
When your actions betray the animals whom you supposedly love, the truth about who you really are, becomes irrefutably clear
You are not animal lovers, as evidenced by your pathetic support of animal murderers, who are just as unloving as you
You are nuggets of waste, floating in the toilet bowl of life, someone needs to “flush” you
And as you spin, around and around you go

 

No one will miss you, in fact we’ll be glad to see you go

 

  
All that we need to know: we know that you’re part of the inhumane, cruel, unethical pet killing problem, you are lethal pollution
And that you’re not part of the humane, kind, ethical, animal loving No Kill solution
 
The bottom line: If pet murderers were the ones about to be murdered, they’d become No Kill advocates real fast! They are proven hypocrites. They are also THE “Berlin Wall” that stands between pets being murdered, and a No Kill Nation, where healthy, adoptable pets are allowed to live.
Pay it forward….shine a light…….save a life:
  http://www.nokilladvocacycenter.org/shelter-reform/guides/

Touching Cat Poems

I did not write these poems, but I hope that they comfort you, inspire you, and touch you.

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Angel Cats

"Angel cats are just pretend
Just sorrows that will never mend" But if I believe that, I'm untrue
To someone who loved me and you.

For I have felt my cat's sweet weight As she cuddles into bed so late And heard her purrs, and felt her sigh Mend my grief: sweet lullaby. Faulty vision? I think not! An angel cat, off like a shot For that was how she ran while here: Now plain sight, now disappear.

Angel cats are surely real

They stay in touch to help us heal

Their fur dries tears that will not dry And as we mend, our spirits fly.

Copyright © Rachel McGrath-Kerr


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                                                                   I Am Your Cat

I am your cat, and I have a little something I’d like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just “One more day” with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as “alpha” or as “owner” or even “Mum or Dad,” come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one anther’s eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a “Cat on two feet” — I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short …

~ Author Unknown ~

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One By One
Author Unknown


One by one, they file past my cage

 Too old, too worn, too broken, no way

Way past his time, he can’t run and play

Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way
A little old man, arthritic and sore

It seems I am not wanted anymore

I once had a home, I once had a bed A place that was warm, and where I was fed


Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail

Who wants a cat so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn’t belong I got in their way; my attitude was wrong


Whatever excuse they made in their head

Can’t justify how they left me for dead

Now I sit in this cage, where day after day

The younger cats all get adopted away


When I had almost come to the end of my rope

You saw my face, and I finally had hope

You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age

And felt that I still had life beyond this cage


You took me home, gave me food an a bed

And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head

We snuggle and play and you talk to me low

You love me so dearly, you want me to know
I may have lived most of my life with another

But you outshine them with a love so much stronger

And I promise to return all the love I can give

To you, my dear person, as long as I live


I may be with you for a week or for years

We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears

And when the time comes that God deems I must leave

I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve


And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new

My thoughts and my heart will still be with you

And I will brag to all that will hear

Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear

The Feline Spirit

And God asked the feline spirit Are you ready to come home? Oh yes, quite so, replied the precious soul And, as a cat, you know I am most able To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God. Soon, replied the whiskered angel, But I must come slowly For my human friends are troubled. For, you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don’t they understand, asked God That you’ll never leave them? That your souls are intertwined for all eternity? That nothing is created or destroyed? It just is…forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand, Replied the glorious cat. For I will whisper into their hearts That I am always with them. I just am…forever and ever and ever.

(–Author Unknown–)